Suburbia

Posted by on Sep 8, 2019 in Audio, Poetry, Words

I’m in a suburb. Perfectly symmetrical, perfectly safe.

And I know what to expect.

But I notice the subtle feeling of something missing.

Then I’m taken to the memory … [includes audio recording]

US Congress and the Two Fools in a Mirror

Posted by on Aug 22, 2019 in News, Poetry

A while ago a US Congressman accidentally appeared in front of my Inner View Camera in the midst of a reasonably sized audience. What happened has led us to explore if there is a place for both ‘sides’ of the US Political argument to sit still enough in front of the aforementioned Camera so that they are profoundly recognized by the other.

If they find the courage to pursue this truth, I shall let you know.

Here is ‘Two Fools in a Mirror’ …

The Invitation

Posted by on Jul 2, 2019 in Audio, Events, News, Poetry, Soul Biographies Experience

It’s 2am. You’re wide awake.
Feeling alone. Unseen.
And inexplicably lost.

Discontent despite all
that you have around you.

The people. Your life.
Your dreams.

You wear a face that tells
the world you’re OK,
but you’re not.
You’re bone achingly tired
from the relentless
game of belonging …

The Loss of Clothing

Posted by on Jun 21, 2019 in Poetry

I wrote these words about a journey many of us appear to be taking whether we consciously decided to or not. The journey towards awareness. And for those that are, I imagine the Soul Biographies Collection might serve as a place of respite from a nonsensical world.

The Loss of Clothing

A man clothed from
a wardrobe
fashioned by
his own success,
caught in-sight
as to the route
of his own
undeniable journey
towards awareness …

Forever on the Far Side

Posted by on Jun 14, 2019 in Observations, Poetry

I wrote this after noticing how a particular someone would consciously and very obviously avoid those who didn’t agree with his way in the world. The effect such obvious exclusion has on the world is vastly underestimated, and we could all stand to examine if we are ever complicit in such behavior. #exclusion #bullying

Forever on the Far Side

A man moves silently to
the far side of a room.

To the far side of
another man
bearing
different
circumstance …

The Artist Who Works with Nothing

A someone who recently sat in front of the Soul Biographies Camera woke up a few days ago with these unexpected few words in her imagination. She had no idea where they had come from. Or why, but thought that they pointed to something of importance with respect to this somewhat mysterious work […cont]

It’s 2am. You’re Wide Awake. Feeling Alone. Unseen. And Inexplicably Lost.

Posted by on Mar 17, 2019 in Poetry, Words

The Invitation

It’s 2am. You’re wide awake.
Feeling alone. Unseen.
And inexplicably lost.

Discontent despite all
that you have around you.

The people. Your life.
Your dreams.

You wear a face …

Undivided and So Still Attention

Posted by on Jan 27, 2019 in Poetry

Before your words
of encouragement
and well-timed advice.

Before items gifted at
beyond an arm’s length.

Did you ever consider
the one thing that
might turn the
entire world
on its axis.

Your undivided
and so still attention …

The Tree of Dreams

Posted by on Nov 27, 2018 in Poetry

Many had gathered
under the
tree of dreams.

All but one stood
shaking its branches
for dreams to fall …

Two Fools in a Mirror

Posted by on Nov 5, 2018 in Poetry, Words

We won’t have peace until we can
both agree,’ said the two fools
on either side of an argument …

The Whisper and the Echo

Posted by on Nov 4, 2018 in Poetry, Words

A man looked for meaning.
For his very place in life.

He searched high and low.

He’d often hear a whisper, calling
his name from the other side
of what seemed like a door …

Ten

Posted by on Oct 14, 2018 in Poetry

Perhaps the ten year old
had been his
very soul in disguise.

Come to shake him
from the prison of
his daytime …

The Glorious Ignoramus

Posted by on Aug 28, 2018 in Poetry

I don’t know.

But I know that
I don’t know.

I love that
I don’t know.

That I can
never know
for sure.

So I have
stopped
looking to
understand
you.

Or convince you.

And now,
finally,
I can
see you.

I am a
glorious
ignoramus.

On You, Me and God

Posted by on Aug 26, 2018 in Poetry

If no one had ever
told you of God,
what would
be your
understanding
of God?

If no one had ever
told you of Me,
what would
be your
understanding
of Me?

And if no one had ever
told you of You,
what would
be your
understanding
of You?

The Reflection

Posted by on Jul 17, 2018 in Poetry, Words

A few reflective words I wrote a year or so back. Trouble is the experience for most appears to be refractive.

The Reflection

As I gaze into the world, I realise
that nothing falters in its
ability to reflect what
I’ve come here to see.

My challenge remains
to admit
to what it is
that I’ve seen.

A Place Beyond Description

Posted by on Jun 23, 2018 in Poetry

You and me
amongst
the silence.

So as not to
shatter it
with words
that never
should
have
been …

Heaven From Hell

Posted by on Jun 15, 2018 in Films, Poetry

She assumed that
she could tell
heaven from hell.

But the weight of an
overly burdened life
would seek to
disagree.

+ a film portrait suggestion …

Beyond the High Prison Walls

Posted by on Jun 11, 2018 in Poetry

Beyond the High Prison Walls

I don’t dream
of the freedom
that speaks of
my liberty to
act as I wish.

I dream of the
freedom that knows
beyond all shadow
of doubt that
I am everything.

For it is here,
beyond the high
prison walls,
that peace lies
still and unyielding.

We Are Fragile Together

Posted by on May 7, 2018 in Poetry

We are fragile. You and me.

Though we act strong,
our lives are
held together with
thoughts of where
we might be tomorrow.
And of disappointed
yesterdays …

Her Opening Eyes

Posted by on Apr 30, 2018 in Poetry

All that she saw
through the
experience of
her own two eyes
had seemed
so real.

But now, in the
cold light of
this brand
new morning,
she couldn’t
be certain …

North, East, South and West

Posted by on Apr 9, 2018 in Poetry

Four friends set
out from where
they stood.

One went North.
One East.
Another South.
The last one, West …

The Decade

Posted by on Feb 27, 2018 in Poetry

Often I am struck by fully formed images in the form of words, and have to pull the car over or pause the dog walk to take ‘dictation’.

The Decade

In a fractional
moment of
lucidness,

a man caught sight
of the very decade
in which he
would pass
from this world.

And of all the
knowledge
gained in a
lifetime of
search,

this was the one
piece that
would change
every remaining
hour of his every
remaining day.

The Boy Who Would Leap

Posted by on Feb 23, 2018 in Poetry

I wrote these few words a while back. If they compel you to leap from chair to chair please be careful. There have been previous ‘incidences’!

The Boy Who Would Leap

He’s somewhere
between
thirty and forty.

Perhaps fifty.
Maybe sixty …

The Black Mist

Posted by on Jan 21, 2018 in Poetry, Soul of America

As the people railed against
the most obvious acts of
dark spoken violence,

they missed the black mist
that encircled the world …

The Surrender Of All Notions Of A Different Future

Posted by on Jan 19, 2018 in Poetry, Soul Biographies Inner View Method

Perplexing to many, offensive to some and to the way we believe this life works. Wrote it anyway. Of course, I might be entirely incorrect. It has been known.

It does speak to the state of the person behind the camera in the Soul Biographies INNER VIEW Method.

‘The Surrender Of All Notions Of A Different Future’

A man of this new
and unfathomable age
surrendered all notions
of a different future …